"By the way, how did you find me?"
After changing her clothes, Liuli walked gracefully over to Xiao Yan. The lingering flush on her face made her look especially adorable.
"It's a bit complicated." Xiao Yan sorted through his thoughts and slowly said, "After you teleported me far away, the Qian Ji Pavilion's sect master teleported me here as well. Not long after, he brought you here too. And that Nine-star Dou Venerate we met earlier was Yao Chuanqiong, whom senior created."
Having said that, he turned toward the main hall and called out, "Senior, you can come out now."
"Hehe, I haven't gone out for several thousand years. I merely wanted to see what this little girl from the Sword Clan was capable of, but I never expected you to actually risk your life. That truly exceeded this old man's expectations." White Mist rose once more and condensed into the form of an old man. With white hair, a white beard, and white robes, he looked exactly like the old man Xiao Yan had seen in the Chu Yun Empire—except somewhat younger.
Liuli stood stunned for a long while before slowly asking, "So... my Sword Heart shattered for nothing?"
"Not quite." The old man gave a mischievous grin and glanced at Xiao Yan beside her, his tone extremely unserious. "Didn't it bring the two of you closer?"
Liuli's little face turned bright red as she said angrily, "I... What happened in the dream doesn't count!"
Xiao Yan coughed twice and shot Su a glare. This old man's personality was rather different from the one he had met in the Chu Yun Empire! Or had this old man been pretending to be serious all along?
He now seriously doubted whether the Qian Ji Pavilion was truly a righteous sect.
"Sigh,